Tian Shelang

As soon as Zhang Yan, an academician of agricultural sciences, opened his eyes, he became the lame father, sick mother, two hungry siblings of an ancient poor peasant family, and - five acres of barren slopes that had been cultivated for three generations without producing any food, and a dead debt of two taels of silver to the village chief's family. Everyone said that the land was a place of death. He squatted in the gravel with his palms on the ground: three feet below the hardened layer, there was fertile soil. Three months to allow food to grow on the barren slopes. In half a year, let the grain become a sauce shop. In one year, the sauce shop will turn into an industry. No system, no background, no golden legs. There are only a pair of hands, a piece of land, and the road from the ridge to the ancestral hall, from the mountains to the court. He walked over step by step.